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Caught in the middle of forty two |
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It was a fact, a number, a written word |
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A piece of my mind is it half or all |
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The guns shot off my head |
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To give me what |
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I deserve, what |
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I deserve |
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A scream out the terms |
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These are the words of my persistence |
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I swirl to see you and find |
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I do The arrows burst my skin to show what is left of me |
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And give me what |
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I deserve, what |
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I deserve |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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Don't leave, don't jump on me |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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Don't leave, don't jump on me |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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Cuts! The trains rolling down the tracks |
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I'm wailing the twelve bar blues |
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Keep on the right track |
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Keep on the right track |
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I was never the same, never the same |
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Give me what |
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I deserve, what |
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I deserve |
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To show what is left of me |
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Give me what |
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I deserve |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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We don't need this culture clubbing |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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We don't need this culture clubbing |
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The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts |
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A scream out the terms |
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These are the words of my persistence |
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I swirl to see you and find |
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I do The trains rolling down the tracks |
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I'm wailing the twelve bar blues |
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Keep on the right track |
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Keep on the right track |
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I was never the same, never the same |
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Give me what |
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I deserve, what |
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I deserve |
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To show what is left of me |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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We don't need this culture clubbing |
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The bed of nails cuts |
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We don't need this culture clubbing |
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The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts |
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To find my own voice, to find my own voice |
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In the way, in the way |
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Cuts cuts cuts |
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Cuts cuts cuts |
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Cuts cuts cuts |
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Cuts! |
